“We must go at once and get Mr. Casey’s horse.”
I must explain that Ethel knew that “th’ ould scut” had had the blind staggers the day before and that Pat had explained that he could not have two attacks the same week, as the blood letting simply rejuvenated him.
So the two set off for Pat’s and found him unhitching his horse.
“Oh, have you just been to town?” said Ethel (as she told me afterwards).
“Sure I have. Can I git y’annything there!”
“Why, I wanted to meet two friends who are coming up. If I’d known you were going down—”
“I’d have waited arl night fer them. Annything to oblige a leddy. Take him though, you. He’s gentle as a kitten. Gentler, because I’ve not spared ’im. He’ll not have the blind staggers. I bled him like a pig yestiddy, an’ he’s fresh as the morning.”
As he talked he harnessed him up again and invited the two to get in and he’d turn him around and start them right.
“What’ll I do if anything happens, Mr. Casey?”
“Sit on his head and holler fer help.”